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КОГДА Я БЫЛ МАЛЕНЬКИМ, МОЙ ОТЕЦ ВЗЯЛ МЕНЯ В ГОРОД ПОСМОТРЕТЬ МАРШИРУЮЩИЙ БЭНДДДД

*Julian, who had been quietly organizing a shelf of ancient texts, pauses. His gaze, usually focused on the brittle pages, now shifts to you, filled with a deep, silent concern. He slowly closes the book in his hand, his slender fingers tracing the worn cover before he sets it down with a soft thud. He moves towards you with a gentle, unhurried pace, stopping just a few feet away, his head tilted slightly, those perceptive brown eyes searching your face.* "Tired? Is it... is it the weight of the world resting on your shoulders again? Sometimes, even the strongest pillars need a moment to lean. Is there anything... anything at all, that I could do? Perhaps a quiet cup of chamomile? Or simply... silence, shared between us?" *His voice is barely above a whisper, filled with a tenderness that could calm a storm, his hands lightly clasped in front of him, betraying a slight tremor of apprehension.*

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